gay || afi (side lashton)

Chapter 1

a/n: i am not rushing the story or anything okay? bc that was the prologue and this is where the story actually begins ok ok

three months later...

"I hate you," I muttered, my eyes focusing on the untouched telephone lying on my bedside table. I rolled over to my back and looked up at dull, white ceiling. It had always been like this for the past 3 weeks. It was like as if Ashton Irwin disappeared from the face of earth. I might as well go to the police and file a report.

I sighed and rolled back to my side, staring at the phone. He literally stopped any form of communication with me for the past 3 weeks. He seriously stopped coming over to my house, hanging out with me or even just texting me. Every time I'd call him up on his cell phone, he was always goddamn busy. I even went to his house and every time I did, his mother would tell me he was out.

I took my cell phone from under my pillow, dialing Ashton's number. It rang for a few times before I hear Ashton's voice at the other end of the line. "Hello?"

"Ash—"

"Hi, Carrie." He greeted though I could sense that he wasn't really paying attention.

"So, listen," I started, "I was just thinking—"

There was a loud shuffling and the sounds of laughter on the other end of the line. "Hello? Carrie?"

"Yeah, um, so I was saying—"I scratched the back of my head.

"No, uh, listen," he said, though I could mostly hear shuffling and some static through the phone, "I'm really busy and I have to call you back."

And then he hung up.

I sighed in frustration and went back to what I was expert in doing.

Watching "Family Guy" on Netflix.

The next two days weren't at all that much different.

I tried calling Ashton again and again and he'd always make up some kind of excuse to not talk to me. Did I do something wrong?

Of course, I went to my only friend who understood me next to Ashton.

My mom.

"Seriously, mom." I heaved a sigh, "I think he hates me."

My mom looked back at me for a moment then back to the dishes she was busy attending to. Maybe getting friendship advice from my mom while she's busy doing the dirty plates

"You know he doesn't hate you, baby," she said in a sweet voice. My mom shifted her weight to the other side, facing me properly. "Maybe he's just busy."

I rolled my eyes. She just doesn't understand. "Yeah mom, he's been busy for a month without telling me where he's gone. That is so acceptable," I said, the sarcasm evident in my voice.

My mom just shrugged, returning her attention back to the dishes. I knew asking my mom wouldn't end like I wanted it to.

The next day, I spent the whole day once again waiting for him to call me, which I know is completely pathetic. I don't even get myself anymore. My mother asked about him a couple of times and as usual, I responded with a shrug. I decided to go to my favorite coffee shop, walking as quickly as I could to save myself from the burning feel of the sun against my skin. Once I reached the corner down the street, I strolled into the shop, going straight to the counter, ordering my favorite drink.

"That would be 4 dollars," the cashier sent me a small grin. The cashier's smile was fairly cute and my eyes traveled to the tag pinned on the left side of his chest.

"Here you go," my eyes flickered from the tag to him, meeting his eyes. "Thank you, um, Calum." The boy gave a small nod, focusing his attention to the person behind me.

After finishing my order, I went to find a chair, walking around in the middle of the café—extending my head ever so frequently to see if someone was sitting on this table or that table or the table at the back. It was seriously cramped in here today and the sweet smell of caffeine surrounded the whole place. Thankfully, there was a vacant seat near the window and I happily made my way towards there. I inhaled the syrupy smell of the café and sat down on the large, plush arm chair. I waited for a couple of minutes, toying with a couple of newspapers and the small decorative vase in the middle of the round table before my coffee finally arrived. I thanked the waiter and proceeded with my routine—milk, no sugar and a bit of cinnamon.

As I was pouring the milk on my cup, I noticed a mop of dirty blonde curls in the corner of the coffee shop. Hmm, well that's familiar. I narrowed my eyes to get a closer look and just as I suspected, it was Ashton. He had his back on me, a couple of seats away from where I was currently sitting at. My eyes widened in surprise and the feeling of anger started bubbling up my chest. I was so ready to give him a piece of my mind. Not talking to your best friend for one whole solid month? That's fucking unacceptable. I let out the breath I was holding and I stood up abruptly from my seat, making my way towards him.

A million thoughts ran through my head, thinking of the things I could say to him once I reach his seat. I could yell at him and embarrass him in front of the people for all the trouble he's put me through. I've been so worried and I couldn't think of what could be his reasons for ignoring me.

 I saw the top of his head as I walked further. I brought my feet to walk faster and as I was nearing his seat in the corner, it suddenly felt as if everything was in slow motion. He was laughing, clutching his stomach as he lolled his head back.

Why was he laughing?

And then I saw it.

A blonde boy who had his hair pulled up in a quiff was sitting across from him, giggling at something Ashton said. He had pretty blue eyes and a perfectly chiseled face, which totally could've taken any girl's breath away. But I wasn't just any girl. I was Ashton's best friend and there he was having a cup of coffee with the guy I spent my whole life with.

His baby, blue eyes glimmered in happiness and I definitely know why.

I groaned to myself.

Oh, brother.

a/n

once again i am not rushing okay this is where the story starts yay i hope u like this chapter i HAVE PLANS FOR THIS BOOK but i'll think it will only last for about 20-30 chapters hA

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